| FAN FICTION Birth Of A Rifle - Written By Cole_Carson Birth Of a Rifle Cole Carson It was a rifle that was meant for ''distance at the cost of everything else'', the scientists said, and I believe it was that quote that made me wonder if this weapon would-no, COULD ever actually useful in a field of battle. Little did I know how soon I would find out. The date was June 29th, 1872, and the scientists had given me the weapon to test on anything that we came across. As it was just a usual patrol among the cacti in the Utah Salt flats, I expected nothing more then one or two reapers, if anything, to come along. The day we began that patrol, the only things we saw were rocks, cacti, and the occasional dust devil, which was the closest thing we came to finding any sort of "devil" that day. Not many of the undead liked to be out in the day we figured, although many of us had seen braves during the day, so we had no doubt that if they wanted or needed to, they could leave wherever they dwelled to wander about the desert in their eternal quest for blood. When night finally came around, we headed to a small cluster of underground caverns. I was proud of how well the men dealed with the crampt quarters and low ceilings of the caves. The men started a fire and we shared stories from before our employment in the DarkWatch along with the usual "there must''ve been 20 reapers in that place, and they all had me backed up against the wall when I" stories. When we headed to bed for the night, we decided to let the new recruits take turns on watch, so as to help them get ''accustomed to the DarkWatch'', as one of the others put it. Although I think he just didn''t want to do anything. We agreed that if they saw anything, or even thought they saw anything, they would come to me, as I was the patrol leader. I''m not sure what time it was when I came around, all I remember as the cold of the cave and the hard ground started to materialize beneath me I was thinking, "Damn new kids always get the jitters their first night". As I started to ask what was wrong, I realized there was the scent of rotting flesh and maggots filling the cave. "Sir, there''s gotta be 40 of ''em out there!" the regulator whispered as I crawled outta my sleeping bag. I grabbed the gun the scientist gave me, as I told him "wake up the others, they''ll wanna fight something if they get the chance", as I started to move towards the mouth of the cave. I thought the kid was imagining things when he said 40-he wasn''t. "Up men up, for your fathers sake get up!" I yelled as I realized the impending situation. 16 groggy regulators vs. a group of 40 banditos and braves was gonna be a slaughter for us if we didn''t find a better situation soon. "WAKE UP YOU SONS A BITCHES!" I screamed at the remaining regulators. We needed to get out of the caves-fast. Less then 2 minutes from when I had woken up they were less then 100 yards away, the braves stopping and getting out their arrows to rain arrows on us from afar. As the remaining men woke up, I realized it was too late to escape, the fight would be just outside of the cave at best. As I my mind miraculously wandered back to the gun the scientists had given me, I grabbed it in an attempt to kill some of them. No luck- just as I was aiming, the man who was guarding just a few minutes ago yanked me out of the path of one of the braves arrows. And just as I thought we''d we slaughtered in our sleeping bags, the banditos stopped, and held their ground 20-30 feet away from the cave''s mouth. I was wondering what in gods name was going on when it hit me-they were going to humiliate us before they killed us. The braves were setting fire to their arrows, and planning on flushing us out half-naked and on fire. The men were all up, and were waiting for a plan from me. Or at least I thought they were. Thats when without any request, order, OR permission, three of the new cadets raced out to greet the banditos with sticks of dynamite. Back to Fan Fiction |